Socks Poem by Jessie Pope

Socks

Rating: 2.8


Shining pins that dart and click
In the fireside’s sheltered peace
Check the thoughts the cluster thick -

20 plain and then decrease.


He was brave – well, so was I –
Keen and merry, but his lip
Quivered when he said good-bye –

Purl the seam-stitch, purl and slip.


Never used to living rough,
Lots of things he’d got to learn;
Wonder if he’s warm enough –

Knit 2, catch 2, knit, turn.


Hark! The paper-boys again!
Wish that shout could be suppressed;
Keeps one always on the strain –

Knit off 9, and slip the rest.


Wonder if he’s fighting now,
What he’s done an’ where he’s been;
He’ll come out on top somehow –

Slip 1, knit 2, purl 14.

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Jessie Pope

Leicestershire, England
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